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Put him in number six." Justin took the prisoner by the arm, took the banjo in his other hand, and together they started down stairs. They passed in front of us to reach the stairs, and as they did so, the young man turned to Mr. Daddles with a smile: "If you ever get out alive, remember me to my friends, out there. Tell 'em I passed away, thinking of them." "Silence in the Court!" cried Gregory.
Daddles, "but they have this virtue: they go home at night, and let the jail take care of itself. In the city, we should have had to pick our way through the slumbering forms of innumerable cops." We listened at the window. Bailey's Harbor, after its great excitement over the captured burglars, had gone home, and gone to sleep. Everything was quiet as a graveyard.
Except for the sound of the water at the bow, we sailed for five or ten minutes in perfect silence. My eyes half closed and my head fell forward as I sat in the cockpit. "Well, I'd go below, and turn in," said Mr. Daddles, "but I don't know about facing that sabre-toothed tiger down there. We made a great mistake, boys, in not slitting his weasand the first time we saw him.
"That's easy enough," said Ed Mason, "follow the car-track." "Yes," said Mr. Daddles, "but there's a track leading up both of 'em." "Toss up a coin," I suggested. "I will, if you'll go back to that isle of treasure and find me a coin." So we chose the left-hand road.
"Jus' the same," said Eb, "I've got to arrest that feller!" He pointed at Daddles. "I ketched him burglarisin' Littlefield's house. You'll lay yourself open to a charge of resistin' a officer, if yer interfere, Lem!" "You'll lay YOURSELF open to a charge of buckshot!" roared the Captain, "if you try to come on this boat!
And if any of you who read this think we were a silly lot to be frightened by an old cow, it is because you have never met one at night, in a thick fog. You try it some time, and see. We went down a little slope, and came up behind the house and barn. We crossed a vegetable patch, and then a flower-garden. Jimmy stopped Mr. Daddles. "We'd better look out for the dog."
The Captain looked at Mr. Daddles in a quizzical fashion. "I guess you've got a yarn," said he, "why don't yer let us have it?" Mr. Daddles was perched on the cabin, swinging his bare legs over the cock-pit. The Captain was at the wheel, as usual, with his eyes fixed on the water ahead of us, part of the time, but now and then raised to look at Mr. Daddles.
He and Jimmy were commanded to get up the sails, while Ed brought back the boat. This time he carried the tent, and then came back for the pillows, blankets and cushions. All this took more or less time, fifteen or twenty minutes, perhaps. Mr. Daddles and Sprague kept their eyes on the little street nearby, to make sure that we were not observed. Just as Mr.
Daddles, "if you've got any of them on board. I've never seen one, though I've heard of them a great deal." "I'll eat crackers," declared Jimmy Toppan. "So will I," said Sprague, "and glad to get 'em. I might be gnawing a bone in jail, now, instead." "And there's no milk," said the Chief, "we were going to get some, and some bread, this morning in Bailey's Harbor."
And then he would begin it again, and go through it once more. We looked at this spectacle for about twenty seconds. Then we all turned around, and tip-toed back, through the hall, and into the dining-room. "Somehow," said Mr. Daddles, "I think we'd better get out of this house." "So do I," came from all the rest of us, like a chorus. There was no dispute about it at all. Mr.
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